Wear is NZ?

My first few steps in New Zealand resulted in a late breakfast of Auckland boutiques. I consumed c (customs) street, and left nothing on that plate when I delved into a soon to be favorite local store called MADE. A healthy array of hues melding and folding, garments grey and golden. Complementary consumption could never be more well balanced with a heap of worldly designers and some edgy local labels.



March, April, May, and I'm inhaling winter once again. A little sugar in the coffee and some vintage in the post modern, makes the label 'maw' so sweet (http://www.maw.co.nz/). Discard the preconceived fleece, sneakers, and jeans. Less hide and more seek, and the assumed nz battle of fashion verses function starts to rip at the seams.



See through predictable windows, past the dear and the sheep suffocating the streets of the King and the Queen. Adore a bit of push and pull up Lorne, with a quick cold stroll through the narrow High Street. I love a new high fashion buy with a new high coat, but I can't lie I despise the cold. Had to make it last and satisfy it with a short black and a bit of a vintage fix down k (karangahape) road. Auckland's getting warmer and vintage and designer resale is always in season. Less words, more love, and a formulated map.. check it out.



<3 this city. Enjoy.

Let's Abbreviate

LAX. ANZ.. I love this feeling of passing, this mode of transiency, and this eradication of routine. Here once again becomes the inception of introspection and a pseudo breakup. A love her for a lover, I'm about to fall in love with the world. Goodbye LA, SD, MN... here we go again!

Vote Earth!

http://www.earthhour.org/home/

I am joining the world for Earth Hour, and switching off my lights on Saturday, March 28th from 8:30 - 9:30 pm. I guess I try to do what I can to reduce my carbon footprint... at times. Perhaps during this hour I shall bumble around town in my SUV with no headlights. No, no, it's nice to collaborate and make a positive statement with others around the world, yet so crazy to think that this will change nothing in the daily routine of many millions worldwide.

BiBearOpposites

So, I just acquired an old polaroid camera for 10 bucks.. but the film is about to be extinct. It's disheartening to succumb to digitalism, and adhere to the tensioning altruism. Go here for your pseudo sense of polaroidism: www.poladroid.net ..and if this won't suffice, go here to sign a petition to bring it back: www.gopetition.co.uk/petitions/save-polaroid-film.html

Yes Goodbye,

Yes I am fleeting my job.
Yes we are in a recession.
Yes I love this feeling.
Yes an ode to obsession.
Yes.

New Life's Resolution:

LIVE IT!!!!

30 - 3

Nothing could be more clear, I have a feeling this is going to be a very good year...

i heart MK

"You are not the problem. It is the problem maker in your head..."

I had a bit of a recent trip through downtown LA, no swallowing necessary... at the MOCA, where varied works of Martin Kippenberger provided an atlas through his erratic mind. No pens, no cameras please, leave the visual overload to the jack of all mediums. From hotel stationary, to seductive sculpture, to gaudy gingham, to pretentious posters and paint, I marvel at the intense display of his life in his work. There is something so beautiful in realizing one's own inner obscurity and failures, and projecting it to the world. God I love this city...

iwantmore

Electric and Blue.
Alive and Faded.
Me and You.
Gentle and Jagged.
Stay and Escape.
Escape.
Escape.
Escape.

Dabbleism

I wish he thought of me more... hmmm, next?

Fake It

"I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic."

AW

Turn Tables

Dry your eyes you suffocated sky, I'm alone and seeing Portland again.
Try on your dreams stuck in cold wet jeans, and a pair of left handed scissors.
See if you can find a way between old and new, then cut me out in paper along that dotted line.

Baby baby, now tell me it's just the times, not the season or their clementine smiles.
You know I can't sleep without that flickering light, a bottle of breathing wine, and our legs intertwined.
Not lovers, not friends, just thread the needle and make a mends with me under your covers.

And then I'll teach you all my slang, and for me you'll prescribe an arduous wait.
Oh, it's more than crystal now to me, it took a patient, blind man's touch for you to see?
The sooner you sleep, the darker you'll feel the sun shift the laments with your heart at my feet.

So, come along this ride, and leave your church mouth behind.
Control the war, silent suicide, as it sits at the tip of your tongue.
It's not a matter of collecting likes, just the bleeding barrier of misunderstanding love.

Maverick?

Yet another interview to induce the cringe reflex. I can't help but feel humored and utterly embarassed for her stammering responses. Frightful, really.

Tag Team

There are boyfriends, and there is your Best Friend. I am so lucky to have 1 out of 2.

Serotoniness

I should have posted this a long time ago... it explains about half of everything:

Men’s Brain
http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/articlematch.aspx?cp-documentid=8860750>1=32023

Women’s Brain
http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/articlematch.aspx?cp-documentid=8860752>1=32023

Whore Moans...

A mere pull of the plug, and a bit of control. Come sunday, everything will be at ease with that daily dose of the BC. Like a mother, take it and swallow. You tell me we go around in circles, but I beg to differ with cycles.

This is normal, you know, when it rips at the seams and the laughter bites at your greed. An honor to your plead, a little show and tell of this heart made of glass. Here is a brick, can you keep a secret? Shhh, we're just friends. Devise cruelty into a sonnet, I'll shed some light on your darkened heart. So far from a lover.

"He's just another quickie" she says, as her words surpass that of gold. Hardly worth the change, I put him at silver. It only took a little while for this to cycle through to agitate. It takes some time, but soon it will rinse the slate, rinse to clean, rinse too late.

You taste better with fine wine, and what was once full is now bitter and empty. Let's levy the lie, worth the wait, worth a soul mate? No, this is my war, and your shoulder has not yet seen winter. Listen to the kids, now hang it up to dry...

Grrrr

I don't care who you are or what you have... but if you have a penis, you suck.

So, suck this:
#1 you quoted Dylan, so now eff ur rules
#2 i hate ferris wheels, u r a ferris wheel
#3 29? how about make up ur mind
#4 'see, for me', ur gay and live in hollywood

Gonna wipe this slate clean.

Time to...

Goya

One of my favorites in a series of etchings called "Disasters of War." It's amazing how much we've grown in the last 200 years, really.

I Lost...

God today.

From now on, it's only Plan A.

Swear to...

Ugly

Now all the pretty has gone...
There is only pleasure in paint,
Only solace in self disdain.

No more pennies to wish on,
And all prayers displaced by rainbows.
Lord, paint me up all pretty like.

I wanna dance like them.
Bane and broken, one last silver token.
I'm gonna hammer out the pain with these worn boots.

Far from audible range,
I'll sing away the anguish and the fear.
At least you and your haughty smile have long disappeared.

How much for a lover?
Sit on your thrones with frivolous suits.
Marvel at yearn for an honest face hirsute.

Wait for morning, wait for winter.
Skinny like bones, cover it with snow.
When everything was once ugly.

Soon it will be pretty again...